Last week was not much fun. As I told one of you in a comment, the Universe seemed to be hurling spit wads at me. In the larger scheme of things, I knew I really had nothing to complain about. Spit wads don't usually cause damage. But the irritating and exasperating barrage of spit wads pinging me in the back of the head was making me cranky and wearing me down.
In the last few days, however, the Universe has been directing butterflies across my line of sight instead. And one huge spit wad has morphed into several butterflies!
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taylortalk, you are very new to me. I don't usually write posts this long or detailed with mundane events ... at least, I don't think I do! This is not a typical post. Just tellin' ya...)
In the last few days, however, the Universe has been directing butterflies across my line of sight instead. And one huge spit wad has morphed into several butterflies!
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taylortalk, you are very new to me. I don't usually write posts this long or detailed with mundane events ... at least, I don't think I do! This is not a typical post. Just tellin' ya...)
